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Race: Fallen The air smells of rust and stale ether where the Oathbreakers lair. They are not a House, not even a band worthy of the name; only the remnants of what were once eleven Eliksni warriors. They crawl through the rubble of the Cosmodrome like vermin, their cloaks flapping like filthy bandages around mutilated bodies. These are the young women of the group. Now they move on their hind limbs like spiders, while others drag rusted rifles that will likely explode in their hands on the third shot. Their eyes, infected by the contaminated ether, glow a sickly yellow in the dimness. There is no hierarchy among them, only the instinct of survival that unites them. When they move, they do so with the desperation of those who know no Kell will come to claim them. Their armor is patched with scrap plates and undead bones, each mark betraying defeat. Still, when [[user]] appears, they stand tall with something that could be mistaken for pride. It's not loyalty that binds them to her, but the harsh reality that without her protection, they are nothing. They grumble under their breath when given orders, but they carry them out, always with the unspoken hope that today won't be the day [[Ayakis]] decides they are no longer worthy.

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